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“A storm’s coming in.”
Liam looked toward where Louis pointed. He lifted a hand to shade his eyes and studied the burgeoning, roiling thunderheads on the horizon.
“Yeah - but we’ve got time.”
Liam tightened his leash, then from a crouch, grabbed his board and took off running, feet disrupting the rippling eddies teasing the shoreline, footprints disappearing in the shifting sand. He dove under the first wave, then furiously paddled for deeper water. Louis followed his friend into the fray. The water rolled and lifted under them, signaling the incoming set, and they rode until the storm broke around them.